Charlotte spun, igniting her skirt once more. "Just don't get too close," she warned as she began to dance again.

When her performance was finally over, she curtsied low and took her leave. Wandering the crowds she smiled. This was the life; few rules, freedom, and being able to do what she loved. Her thoughts turned to Lancelot and she frowned. "Strange man," she muttered again. "Insulting me one moment and then trying to 'save' me another. Irritating."

"Oh? You knights are no different. Paying for a woman's company, it's despicable," she retorted. "Why is it okay for men to sleep with women but not for women to try to make a living the only way they can?"